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reading the twilight Saga book 1 Midnight Sun

Summary:
what if the characters of twilight got the books before New Moon!


Notes:


8. Ghost

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Ghost

"Ghost," Emmett read.

I did not see much of Jasper's guests for the two sunny days that they were in Forks. I only went home at all so that Esme wouldn't worry. Otherwise, my existence seemed more like that of a specter than a vampire.

“Specter?” Bella said raising her eyebrows. Before Edward could answer Emmett yell out, as usual.

“Yeah, it’s a fancy way of saying he stalked you so much he forgot about his own life,” Emmett laughed.

“I didn’t forget,” Edward countered rolling his eyes, “she is my life now.”

“Good answer,” Jasper smirked. Bella ignored him and leaned up to kiss Edward smiling.

I hovered, invisible in the shadows, where I could follow the object of my love and obsession—

“Yep that sounds about right,” Emmett snickered.

Where I could see her and hear her in the minds of the lucky humans who could walk through the sunlight beside her, sometimes accidentally brushing the back of her hand with their own. She never reacted to such contact; their hands were just as warm as hers.

The enforced absence from school had never been a trial like this before.

“I know,” Bella pouted, “but at least you still got to see me.”

“That not as comforting as you would think. I got to see you, yes, but from a huge distance. And I couldn’t touch you or talk to you and find out think about you. Or ask you what you were thinking when you pouted or blushed. It drove me nuts,” Edward sighed tightening his arms around Bella’s waist.

Bella chuckled and smiled revealing in the closeness.

But the sun seemed to make her happy, so I could not resent it too much.

Anything that pleased her was in my good graces.

“It’s not in my good graces when it keeps me from you,” Bella sighed.

“I know,” Edward grumbled in agreement.

Monday morning, I eavesdropped on a conversation that had the potential to destroy my confidence and make the time spent away from her a torture.

Bella rolled her eyes, she had a good idea what upset him, “Edward seriously you have got to let this go.”

Edward muttered something under his breath but otherwise said nothing. Emmett read ahead and burst out laughing.

As it ended up, though, it rather made my day.

I had to feel some little respect for Mike Newton;

he had not simply given up and slunk away to nurse his wounds. He had more bravery than I'd given him credit for. He was going to try again.

Bella groaned she would have preferred if he had just given up.

Bella got to school quite early and, seeming intent on enjoying the sun while it lasted, sat at one of the seldom used picnic benches while she waited for the first bell to ring. Her hair caught the sun in unexpected ways, giving off a reddish shine that I had not anticipated.

Bella smiled, “Yeah, it nice.”

“No, nice isn’t good enough, it’s-“Edward started but Alice interrupted.

“Blah blah, I love you, you’re amazing and beautiful. Trust me no one has forgotten you feel that way,” Alice said rolling her eyes and everyone else started laughing. It only increased when Edward growled at them.

Mike found her there, doodling again, and was thrilled at his good luck.

It was agonizing to only be able to watch, powerless, bound to the forest's shadows by the bright sunlight.

She greeted him with enough enthusiasm to make him ecstatic, and me the opposite.

“The sun makes you happy, and I cannot be upset about that,” Edward nodded thoughtfully, “but I can still want to kill Mike for trying to take advantage of your good mood.”

Bella shook her head, he was impossible.

See, she likes me. She wouldn't smile like that if she didn't. I bet she wanted to go to the dance with me. Wonder what's so important in Seattle…

He perceived the change in her hair. "I never noticed before—your hair has red in it."

I accidentally uprooted the young spruce tree my hand was resting on when he pinched a strand of her hair between his fingers.

“Yeah, it was more than a little awkward,” Bella groaned.

“Awkward isn’t the word I would use, death wish, that sounds better,” Emmett snickered. Edward would kill Mike soon if he didn’t stop trying to hit on Bella; he wondered how hard he would have to push before he snapped.

Edward rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to actually kill Mike Emmett, I might wish I could but I wouldn’t do that to Bella. Though punching him lightly, just enough break his nose and jaw might get the message through just as well.”

“No,” Bella said firmly. Edward sighed.

"Only in the sun," she said. To my deep satisfaction, she cringed away from him slightly when he tucked the strand behind her ear.

It took Mike a minute to build up his courage, wasting some time on small talk.

She reminded him of the essay we all had due on Wednesday. From the faintly smug expression on her face, hers was already done.

Bella blushed, “Yeah I did, I just didn’t want to rub it in his face.”

Edward chuckled, of course not.

He'd forgotten altogether, and that severely diminished his free time.

Dang—stupid essay.

Finally he got to the point—my teeth were clenched so hard they could have pulverized granite—and even then, he couldn't make himself ask the question outright.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to go out."

"Oh," she said.

There was a brief silence.

Oh? What does that mean? Is she going to yes? Wait—I guess I didn't really ask.

He swallowed hard.

"Well, we could go to dinner or something…and I could work on it later."

“Why didn’t you give up then and walk away,” Edward muttered under his breath, all the vampire in the room chuckled. Bella looked up confused and Edward just smiled innocently at him.

Stupid—that wasn't a question either.

"Mike…"

The agony and fury of my jealousy was every bit as powerful as it had been last week. I broke another tree trying to hold myself here.

I wanted so badly to race across the campus, too fast for human eyes, and snatch her up—to steal her away from the boy that I hated so much in this moment I could have kill him and enjoyed it.

“No, you wouldn’t have, you would have felt guilty afterword’s, and besides, I wish you could have stolen me away at that moment,” Bella groaned at the end.

“Sure, of course I would have,” Edward nodded, maybe for a second, he added in his mind.

Would she say yes to him?

"I don't think that would be the best idea."

I breathed again. My rigid body relaxed.

Seattle was just an excuse, after all. Shouldn't have asked. What was I thinking? Bet it's that freak, Cullen…

“He’s not a freak,” Bella grumbled, “but yes it was him.”

Edward smirked smugly at that.

"Why?" he asked sullenly.

"I think…" she hesitated."And if you ever repeat what I'm saying right now I will cheerfully beat you to death—"

I laughed out loud at the sound of a death threat coming through her lips. A jay shrieked, startled, and launched itself away from me.

“I am perfectly capable of inflicting pain, Edward Cullen,” Bella said glaring at him.

“Of course you are,” Edward smirked kissing her on the nose.

“And you better remember it,” she said back, poking him on his nose.

"But I think that would hurt Jessica's feelings."

"Jessica?" What? But… Oh. Okay. I guess… So… Huh.

His thoughts were no longer coherent.

"Really, Mike, are you blind?"

I echoed her sentiment. She shouldn't expect everyone to be as perceptive as she was, but really this instance was beyond obvious.

“I know right,” Alice said shaking her head at the boy’s stupidity.

“Even I know, and you all know that I don’t care,” Rosalie nodded in agreement.

With as much trouble as Mike had had working himself up to ask Bella out, did he imagine it wasn't just as difficult for Jessica?

It must be selfishness that made him blind to others. And Bella was so unselfish, she saw everything.

“I have been selfish before,” Bella mumbled.

“Name one time,” Emmett challenged smirking when she thought about it.

“There was a time, I just can’t think about it,” Bella huffed crossing her arms over her chest.

Jessica. Huh. Wow. Huh. "Oh," he managed to say.

Bella used his confusion to make her exit.

"It's time for class, and I can't be late again."

Mike became an unreliable viewpoint from then on. He found, as he turned the idea of Jessica around and around in his head, that he rather liked the thought of her finding him attractive. It was second place, not as good as if Bella had felt that way.

She's cute, though, I guess. Decent body. A bird in the hand…

“Erg,” Everybody groaned in unison.

“Yeah, you can see why I don’t like listening to his thoughts,” Edward moaned.

He was off then, on to new fantasies that were just as vulgar as the ones about Bella, but now they only irritated rather than infuriated. How little he deserved either girl; they were almost interchangeable to him. I stayed clear of his head after that.

“Thank you,” Every said smiling at him.

Edward chuckled, “No one told you to read my thoughts.”

When she was out of sight, I curled up against the cool trunk of an enormous madrone tree and I danced from mind to mind, keeping her in sight, always glad when Angela Weber was available to look through.

“Good, at least she was genuinely nice,” Esme smiled.

“That’s Angela, she nice to everyone,” Bella nodded.

I wished there was some way to thank the Weber girl for simply being a nice person. It made me feel better to think that Bella had one friend worth having.

I watched Bella's face from whichever angle I was given, and I could see that she was sad again. This surprised me—I thought the sun would be enough to keep her smiling.

“I missed you, so much,” Bella sighed.

“I know,” he kissed the top of her head; maybe he would have her stay with him next time it was sunny. He smiled when he saw a vision from Alice showing them in the meadow together again. Perfect.

At lunch, I saw her glance time and time again toward the empty Cullen table, and that thrilled me. It gave me hope. Perhaps she missed me, too.

She had plans to go out with the other girls—I automatically planned my own surveillance—

“Stalking,” Emmett nodded, “let’s use the real word here people.”

Edward rolled his eyes but Bella responded, “I like to think of it a careful observation or an investigation, into an odd anomaly.”

Emmett laughed, “Fancy words for stalking. Lovely.”

but these plans were postponed when Mike invited Jessica out on the date he'd planned for Bella.

So I went straight to her home instead, doing a quick sweep of the woods to make sure no one dangerous had wandered too close. I knew Jasper had warned his one-time brother to avoid the town—citing my insanity as both explanation and warning—but I wasn't taking any chances. Peter and Charlotte had no intention of causing animosity with my family, but intentions were changeable things…

“Really, Edward?” Jasper smirked at him

All right, I was overdoing it. I knew that.

“At least you admit it,” Jasper conceded.

As if she knew I was watching, as if she took pity on the agony I felt when I couldn't see her, Bella came out to the backyard after a long hour indoors. She had a book in her hand and a blanket under her arm.

Bella’s face lit up, “So you were there!”

“You knew I was there?” Edward questioned in shock.

“Not exactly, when I woke up I just felt like . . . I don’t know, someone was watching me. Like I wasn’t out there alone,” Bella shrugged.

Edward smiled, happy that she had felt him there.

Silently, I climbed into the higher branches of the closest tree overlooking the yard.

She spread the blanket on the damp grass and then lay on her stomach and started flipping through the worn book, as if trying to find her place. I read over her shoulder.

Ah—more classics. She was an Austen fan.

“She’s my favorite author,” Bella smiled.

“Ah,” Carlisle nodded appreciatively, “I should have known, you are vastly more mature than your peers. If you would like, there are plenty of books similar to hers around the house. Help yourself.”

“Thank you,” Bella blushed.

She read quickly, crossing and recrossing her ankles in the air. I was watching the sunlight and wind play in her hair when her body suddenly stiffened, and her hand froze on the page. All I saw was that she'd reached chapter three when she roughly grabbed a thick section of pages and shoved them over.

I caught a glance of a title page, Mansfield Park. She was starting a new story—

the book was a compilation of novels. I wondered why she'd switched stories so abruptly.

Bella groaned and blushed. Edward looked down at her questioningly, she avoided his gaze, there was no way she was telling him that. It was too embarrassing.

“Bella?” Edward groaned, he finally could ask, he wanted to know.

“Not a chance,” Bella smirked. Edwards eyes darken and he looked away annoyed.

Just a few moments later, she slammed the book angrily shut. With a fierce scowl on her face,

she pushed the book aside and flipped over onto her back. She took a deep breath, as if to calm herself, pushed her sleeves up and closed her eyes. I remembered the novel, but I couldn't think of anything offensive in it to upset her. Another mystery. I sighed.

“And apparently you will never elaborate either,” Edward groaned.

“Nope,” Emmett laughed.

She lay very still, moving just once to yank her hair away from her face. It fanned out over her head, a river of chestnut. And then she was motionless again.

Her breathing slowed. After several long minutes her lips began to tremble.

Mumbling in her sleep.

Impossible to resist. I listened as far out as I could, catching voices in the houses nearby.

Two tablespoons of flour…one cup of milk… C'mon! Get it through the hoop! Aw, c'mon! Red, or blue…or maybe I should wear something more casual…

There was no one close by. I jumped to the ground, landing silently on my toes.

This was very wrong, very risky. How condescendingly I'd once judged Emmett for his thoughtless ways and Jasper for his lack of discipline—

Both people in questioned turn to smirk at Edward.

“I get it,” Edward mumbled.

and now I was consciously flouting all the rules with a wild abandon that made their lapses look like nothing at all. I used to be the responsible one.

I sighed, but crept out into the sunshine, regardless.

I avoided looking at myself in the sun's glare. It was bad enough that my skin was stone and inhuman in shadow; I didn't want to look at Bella and myself side by side in the sunlight. The difference between us was already insurmountable, painful enough without this image also in my head.

“I like your skin in the sunlight Edward, I think it’s beautiful,” Bella sighed. Edward smiled at kiss the top of her head.

“Of course you do,” Rosalie muttered irritated at Edward’s thoughtlessness inwalking out in the open in the sun.

But I couldn't ignore the rainbow sparkles that reflected onto her skin when I got closer.

My jaw locked at the sight. Could I be any more of a freak? I imagined her terror if she opened her eyes now…

Bella rolled her eyes, then she furrowed her eyebrows. She hope Edward wouldn’t always fear and hate who he was, she thought he was an amazing person, with a warm a loving presents, she hoped one day he could see that for himself.

I started to retreat, but she mumbled again, holding me there.

"Mmm… Mmm."

Nothing intelligible. Well, I would wait for a bit.

I carefully stole her book, stretching my arm out and holding my breath while I was close, just in case. I started breathing again when I was a few yards away, tasting the way the sunshine and open air affected her scent. The heat seemed to sweeten the smell.

My throat flamed with desire, the fire fresh and fierce again because I had been away from her for too long.

“Well we will just have to do something about that,” Bella smiled kissing Edward on the lips. He chuckled at her.

“Yeah Eddie, do something about that,” Emmett sneered.

“Shut-up,” Edward growled harshly turning his face away from Bella. Bella blushed at Emmett’s comment and hid her face in Edward shoulder.

I spent a moment controlling that, and then—forcing myself to breathe through my nose—I let her book fall open in my hands. She'd started with the first book… I flipped through the pages quickly to the third chapter of Sense and Sensibility, searching for something potentially offensive in Austen's overly polite prose.

When my eyes stopped automatically at my name—the character Edward Ferrars being introduced for the first time—Bella spoke again.

"Mmm. Edward." She sighed.

“Ha it was Edward, that perfect, that’s why you threw a fit,” Emmett almost fell off the couch laughing. Even Rosalie cracked a smile. Bella nodded groaning.

“I was upset, because I wanted to read so that I wouldn’t think about Edward. And then, right there in the book was Edward,” Bella sighed.

Edward laughed.

This time I did not fear that she had awoken. Her voice was just a low, wistful murmur. Not the scream of fear it would have been if she'd seen me now.

Joy warred with self-loathing. She was still dreaming of me, at least.

"Edmund. Ahh. Too….close…"

Edmund?

Ha! She wasn't dreaming of me at all, I realized blackly. The self-loathing returned in force. She was dreaming of fictional characters. So much for my conceit.

“And you say I miss the obvious, there was another character in the books called Edmund, I got annoyed because it was too close to Edward so I shut the book and gave up reading,” Bella sighed she might as well tell him, he already knew more of it.

“Oh,” Edward laughed, he definitely liked that explanation.

I replaced her book, and stole back into the cover of the shadows—where I belonged.

The afternoon passed and I watched, feeling helpless again, as the sun slowly sank in the sky and the shadows crawled across the lawn toward her. I wanted to push them back, but the darkness was inevitable; the shadows took her. When the light was gone, her skin looked too pale—ghostly. Her hair was dark again, almost black against her face.

It was a frightening thing to watch—like witnessing Alice's visions come to fruition.

Bella's steady, strong heartbeat was the only reassurance, the sound that kept this moment from feeling like a nightmare.

Bella sighed why did he always have to see it as a bad thing.

Edward saw Bella forlorn face and groaned, “We’re not talking about this now, let just read the books first okay.”

“Fine,” Bella relented.

I was relieved when her father arrived home.

I could hear little from him as he drove down the street toward the house. Some vague annoyance…in the past, something from his day at work. Expectation mixed with hunger—I guessed that he was looking forward to dinner. But his thoughts were so quiet and contained that I could not be sure I was right; I only got the gist of them.

I wondered what her mother sounded like—what the genetic combination had been that had formed her so uniquely.

“I would bet her thoughts would be very child-like, that’s just the way she is,” Bella shrugged thoughtfully.

“Huh,” Edward said, he wondered when he could meet her for himself. Maybe the next time Bella goes to visit. Or for her up-coming birthday he could tell Esme and Carlisle to get them tickets. Bella would get mad if they came from him.

Bella started awake, jerking up to a sitting position when the tires of her father's car hit the brick driveway. She stared around herself, seeming confused by the unexpected darkness. For one brief moment, her eyes touched the shadows where I hid, but they flickered quickly away.

"Charlie?" she asked in a low voice, still peering into the trees surrounding the small yard.

The door of his car slammed shut, and she looked to the sound. She got to her feet quickly and gathered her things, casting one more look back toward the woods.

I moved into a tree closer to the back window near the small kitchen, and listened to their evening. It was interesting to compare Charlie's words to his muffled thoughts.

His love and concern for his only daughter were nearly overwhelming, and yet his words were always terse and casual. Most of the time, they sat in companionable silence.

“Oh,” Bella said looking at the books in surprise, “I knew he was happy that I came to live with him, but wow.”

“He loves you, you’re his only daughter,” Esme smiled.

I heard her discuss her plans for the following evening in Port Angeles, and I refined my own plans as I listened. Jasper had not warned Peter and Charlotte to stay clear of Port Angeles. Though I knew that they had fed recently and had no intention of hunting anywhere in the vicinity of our home, I would watch her, just in case. After all, there were always others of my kind out there. And then, all those human dangers that I had never much considered before now.

I heard her worry aloud about leaving her father to prepare dinner alone, and smiled at this proof to my theory—yes, she was a care-taker.

Bella blushed, she just liked to help out, it just seemed fair.

And then I left, knowing I would return when she was asleep.

I would not trespass on her privacy the way the peeping tom would have.

Bella blushed then leaned up and whispered into Edward ear, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” Edward smiled.

I was here for her protection, not to leer at her in the way Mike Newton no doubt would, were he agile enough to move through the treetops the way I could. I would not treat her so crassly.

My house was empty when I returned, which was fine by me. I didn't miss the confused or disparaging thoughts, questioning my sanity. Emmett had left a note stuck to the newel post.

Football at the Rainier field—c'mon! Please?

“Edward you should spend more time with your family,” Bella frowned.

“Trust me Bella we all understand completely,” Carlisle said waving off her worries, “when vampires find their mates, they can’t be separated from their sides. It just our nature.”

I found a pen and scrawled the word sorry beneath his plea. The teams were even without me, in any case.

I went for the shortest of hunting trips, contenting myself with the smaller, gentler creatures that did not taste as good as the hunters, and then changed into fresh clothes before I ran back to Forks.

Bella did not sleep as well tonight. She thrashed in her blankets, her face sometimes worried, sometimes sad. I wondered what nightmare haunted her…and then realized that perhaps I really didn't want to know.

“It was just my missing you that caused a frustrating dream,” Bella shrugged.

When she spoke, she mostly muttered derogatory things about Forks in a glum voice.

Everyone chuckled as Bella blushed.

Only once, when she sighed out the words "Come back" and her hand twitched open—a wordless plea—did I have a chance to hope she might be dreaming of me.

The next day of school, the last day the sun would hold me prisoner, was much the same as the day before. Bella seemed even gloomier than yesterday, and I wondered if she would bow out of her plans—she didn't seem in the mood.

But, being Bella, she would probably put her friends' enjoyment above that of her own.

Bella rolled her eyes, he thought too much of her sometimes.

“No I don’t,” Edward smiled guessing her thoughts.

She wore a deep blue blouse today, and the color set her skin off perfectly, making it look like fresh cream.

Bella’s face flamed.

“I told you I liked that shirt on you,” Edward whispered in her ear as his brother’s snickered at him. Bella shivered in pleasure and looked away.

School ended, and Jessica agreed to pick the other girls up—Angela was going, too, for which I was grateful.

“Me too,” Bella muttered.

I went home to get my car. When I found that Peter and Charlotte were there, I decided I could afford to give the girls an hour or so for a head start. I would never be able to bear following behind them, driving at the speed limit—hideous thought.

Bella groaned at that, and Edward just rolled his eyes. Maybe he would have to take her driving more, maybe then she would get used to the speed, he thought.

I came in through the kitchen, nodding vaguely at Emmett's and Esme's greetings as I passed by everyone in the front room and went straight to the piano.

Ugh, he's back. Rosalie, of course.

Ah, Edward. I hate to see him suffering so. Esme's joy was becoming marred by concern. She should be concerned. This love story she envisioned for me was careening toward a tragedy more perceptibly every moment.

“Only because you made it that way,” Bella grumbled.

Edward sighed, maybe he did, looking at all the books about their future, maybe he was the one who had been wrong. He would wait to see for himself before he made any lasting decisions.

Have fun in Port Angeles tonight, Alice thought cheerfully. Let me know when I'm allowed to talk to Bella.

“Anytime you want,” Bella said sternly shooting Edward a look.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like her” Edward sighed putting up his hands in surrender.

Bella huffed but otherwise didn’t answer.

You're pathetic. I can't believe you missed the game last night just to watch somebody sleep, Emmett grumbled.

“Thanks Emmett,” Bella smirked, “what would you have done if it had been Rosalie?”

Rosalie turned towards Emmett crossing her arms. Emmett just smiled, “Been there every night, but she wouldn’t have been sleeping.”

Bella blushed and Rosalie and Edward growled at Emmett. Edward, for Emmett being perverted towards Bella, Rosalie for Emmett telling their personal business.

Jasper paid me no mind, even when the song I played came out a little more stormily than I'd intended. It was an old song, with a familiar theme: impatience. Jasper was saying goodbye to his friends, who eyed me curiously.

What a strange creature, the Alice-sized, white-blond Charlotte was thinking. And he was so normal and pleasant the last time we met.

Emmett chuckled, “Yeah, normal.”

Edward rolled his eyes.

Peter's thoughts were in sync with hers, as was usually the case.

It must be the animals. The lack of human blood drives them mad eventually, he was concluding.

This time it was Carlisle that rolled his eyes. That was just ridiculous.

His hair was just as fair as hers, and almost as long. They were very similar—except for size, as he was almost as tall as Jasper—in both look and thought. A well matched pair, I'd always thought.

Everyone but Esme stopped thinking about me after a moment, and I played in more subdued tones so that I would not attract notice.

I did not pay attention to them for a long while, just letting the music distract me from my unease. It was hard to have the girl out of sight and mind.

“I thought you were done calling me the girl Edward,” Bella muttered.

“I sorry,” he said kissing her cheeks, eyes, and mouth, in an effort to dazzle out her irritation. It worked of course.

I only returned my attention to their conversation when the goodbyes grew more final.

"If you see Maria again," Jasper was saying, a little warily, "tell her I wish her well."

Maria was the vampire who had created both Jasper and Peter—Jasper in the latter half of the nineteenth century, Peter more recently, in the nineteen forties. She'd looked Jasper up once when we were in Calgary. It had been an eventful visit—we'd had to move immediately. Jasper had politely asked her to keep her distance in the future.

All the vampire’s eyes darkened at the reason for that. Though Edward felt unease at the mention of her though he didn’t know why.

"I don't imagine that will happen soon," Peter said with a laugh—Maria was undeniable dangerous and there was not much love lost between her and Peter. Peter had, after all, been instrumental in Jasper's defection. Jasper had always been Maria's favorite; she considered it a minor detail that she had once planned to kill him.

Bella flinched at that, “Why?”

Jasper looked at Edward questioningly. Edward shook his head.

“Another time Bella,” Edward said in a tone that made it clear it there would be no further discussion. Bella wondered why but let it go.

"But, should it happen, I certainly will."

They were shaking hands then, preparing to depart. I let the song I was playing trail off to an unsatisfying end, and got hastily to my feet.

"Charlotte, Peter," I said, nodding.

"It was nice to see you again, Edward," Charlotte said doubtfully. Peter just nodded in return.

Madman, Emmett threw after me.

Idiot, Rosalie thought at the same time.

Poor boy. Esme.

And Alice, in a chiding tone. They're going straight east, to Seattle. Nowhere near Port Angeles. She showed me the proof in her visions.

I pretended I hadn't heard that. My excuses were already flimsy enough.

Bella chuckled, “You didn’t need excused, and it was a good thing you were there.”

Edward tensed at the reminder of what happened next.

Once in my car, I felt more relaxed; the robust purr of the engine Rosalie had boosted for me—last year, when she was in a better mood—was soothing. It was a relief to be in motion, to know that I was getting closer to Bella with every mile that flew away under my tires.

Bella smiled at that.

“That the end of the chapter,” Emmett said holding it out.

“I can read,” Rosalie sighed, she didn’t really want to, but, if she was going to be stuck here she might as well.